Blue Grass Music

Heiskell, Tennessee

Weather: low 67 degrees, high 87 degrees, partly cloudy skies

We had the mother of all light and noise shows last night after midnight when a tremendous storm passed through the area. Lightning, thunder, flashes, noise. The surprise in all of this is that the rain was not bad. Most people who know Carolyn know that she has problems with this type of weather. Her anxiety levels are high when it's ongoing. This time, she seemed to sleep through it. I don't know how, since the commotion woke me up.

The RV park we're in has several social activities throughout the week, as well as a social hour every afternoon. Ice cream socials, pot lucks, blue grass music gatherings, etc. Tonight was the night for blue grass music. I have always been a fan of live music, especially blue grass. I went to the club house and listened in as some of the park residents and outsiders played a mixture of blue grass and older country music. There are some talented folks here, and it's nice to see them show off their talents. Most of the musicians are older (like in gray or white haired), but there were a couple of younger players there. When I say younger, I mean 13 years old. I think it's great to see young people getting involved in the music of the mountains.

We went for a ride north of here on I-75 to exit 152, where we turned off and drove through countryside that looked very much like the mountains. High hills covered with trees, streams running down the hillsides, and hardly any houses. This would be a great place to go and see the leaves change in the fall.

Have you ever noticed when we're watching a movie that involves riding horses, the characters always seem to be able to jump on and ride away? I've wondered if that's the way it really was. Well, guess what? no, it wasn't like that at all. This picture is of horse mounting steps, and was taken at the Museum of Appalachia last Saturday. Some more knowledge we can probably do without.

More later, be safe.

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